People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads.

And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads.

Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall

Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall.

Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords,

Shun words of the bible, we need implements of war.

Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain

Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again

/chorus/

Where do we go from here?

And should we really care?

The end is finally here,

God have mercy!

Now weve rewritten history

The one thing weve found out,

Sweet taste of vindication,

It turns to ashes in your mouth.

/chorus/

If youre fighting to live

Its o.k. to die!

The answer to your question is...

Welcome to tomorrow!

Where do we go from here?

God have mercy!

/chorus/